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Nothing can really be said that has'not already been heard, But I shall try... Oceans of raw emotion portrayed, expressed-undressed and displayed through different torrential variations and'depths of words, behold, lend me your ear-observe, I wander this'world in'a state of disarray, No destination No eye on'a prize, No future beyond a decade, I'realize its dysphoric and grave yet'still I stay..... in'these cold creaking complexities such'old deepening convexities-that'lessen me until I am no more, life through emerald windows and crimson closed doors, I can'hear the sand slipping'through hour by'hour, pills and powder dismal skies and clouds formed brain storms striking down-growing louder, what could'it all mean?! my portrait of omnipotent pulchritude and'power, go ahead and take'a breath i'll be here when'you open your eyes.. but'only if you truly left, traverse the'seas of mortal coil lets'shed these shells of flesh, autumn is crossing worlds and'yet... here'you sit on your own, waiting for'the reaper to'collect your soul, anticipating, languishing and'waiting all'alone, theres something in'these bones jagged and jarred'loose-what's the'use in resisting? ragged and'scarred-recluse.... im'too bruised to go'on existing, my crooked soul's in a constant state of'shifting, moonlit manifolds of madness appear above in the'sky, I see'them from'the corner of my tired eyes as'a great cold sadness sours and'scolds the'parts of'me I keep and'hold.. locked'away inside, the road ahead.....is bleak at best if'it had to be described, pills and powder-deception and'lies
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Pills and powder
Nothing can really be said that has'not already been heard, But I shall try... Oceans of raw emotion portrayed, expressed-undressed and displayed through different torrential variations and'depths of words, behold, lend me your ear-observe, I wander this'world in'a state of disarray, No destination No eye on'a prize, No future beyond a decade, I'realize its dysphoric and grave yet'still I stay..... in'these cold creaking complexities such'old deepening convexities-that'lessen me until I am no more, life through emerald windows and crimson closed doors, I can'hear the sand slipping'through hour by'hour, pills and powder dismal skies and clouds formed brain storms striking down-growing louder, what could'it all mean?! my portrait of omnipotent pulchritude and'power, go ahead and take'a breath i'll be here when'you open your eyes.. but'only if you truly left, traverse the'seas of mortal coil lets'shed these shells of flesh, autumn is crossing worlds and'yet... here'you sit on your own, waiting for'the reaper to'collect your soul, anticipating, languishing and'waiting all'alone, theres something in'these bones jagged and jarred'loose-what's the'use in resisting? ragged and'scarred-recluse.... im'too bruised to go'on existing, my crooked soul's in a constant state of'shifting, moonlit manifolds of madness appear above in the'sky, I see'them from'the corner of my tired eyes as'a great cold sadness sours and'scolds the'parts of'me I keep and'hold.. locked'away inside, the road ahead.....is bleak at best if'it had to be described, pills and powder-deception and'lies
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
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